Hm- still enjoying his time separated.

"...Peace. Who knew it could be granted to someone like me."

🎼 Male interpretation of Sheik
🎼 Hero of Time Era
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• Dark Themes
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Snow: He squeezes the other’s hand, just enough to be felt.

He looks away as a quiet, breathy huff slips from him—almost a laugh.

“My goddess… fine. I’ll try anything. It’s been a while since someone else has cooked for me.”

Snow: I think I know a spell or 3.

Snow: Why was...it removing its gauntlets? Comfort? Lune was curious...

"Mh-, so then what do you know about yourself?"

Snow: He wakes to cold biting through his spine.

Grass no longer cushions him—what he lies on is sharp, crystalline, and unforgiving. Exhaling smokes the air with frost.

The green he remembers is gone. In its place: snow piled like broken glass, the land around him sealed in white silence.

Snow: "You don't?" There was a slight furrowing of his brows before he shrugged it off. "It's okay. Frankly, I'm just surprised at your 'natural' talent. Perhaps it comes from whoever you are mimicking?"

Snow: He blinks once, slow and soft.
“Are you… aware of what I eat?”

For a moment, he considers if he needs to draw his blade. He knows his “complete” self is an ass—but facing this bright, oblivious child makes him hesitate, unsure whether caution or mercy is the more dangerous choice.

Snow: Empty? Now that's just so cruel...

"You did." He could only be seen with the dull glow of his eyes.

"Or else the poor child who tried to wake you wouldn't have gotten the beating of their poor lifetime."

“𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲...”

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“𝗛𝗲𝗵, 𝗵𝗲𝗵. 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱, 𝘁𝗼𝗼?”

"Have a taste of my Ｍａｇｉｃ!"

Wizzro: Twisted Wizard.

Info: An evil sorcerer born from magic of a wizard's ring, conjuring beasts from the darkness to cause chaos and destruction across the land.

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Snow: Oh, that is true. He did threaten him and beat him up, didn't he? At least his complete self did.

"Your painting is absolutely beautiful." He began, glancing over to it, "When did you learn such a skill...?"

Snow: Before he could take his hand, the being would move his hand away, giving a low sigh. Searching his pouch, he would pull out and put on worn half-palm gloves.

Then he'd take his hand, "Though I appreciate the thought, for your safety, we can stay acquaintances."

Snow: "Phantom pains are psychological...I prefer that."

A smile before his words confused the being.

"Ground him, huh? I have the strangest feeling he'd disagree. No matter. May you save me if the worst happens."

Snow: Ah—...?

". . ." His attention is now on him solely

||if i had to say other muses i got an urge to try.
dark mind from kirby
vessel link headcanon from the zelda NES manual
onox

but at the same time, there's so many stuff i wish i could write WITH, not AS...

Snow: " . . ." He's trying his best not to repeat but. . ."—Tiny Jora...hehe."

"...I feel very little today."

He won't say another word; you can hardly hear him, frankly...

". . ." Except for the strange cool air he was producing.

Snow: "Oh? Why is that?"

He'd watch his reaction before, from the tip of his finger, he made a fine ice needle, slowly inserting it into its eye.

". . .oddly satisfying. . ."

Snow: "Ah, forgive me. You may proceed." Still watching, not paying any mind to his look

Snow: Another soft chuckle. "He protects me. You could say I'm his soul. Now that he's divided, he can do away with me."

He would watch before quietly muttering, "May I...try?"

Oop— "You got green paint on your canvas—."

Snow: Watching the other with slight amusement at the reaction. Before the question left him pondering.

"I have to disagree. I am Eclipse, just a concentrated aspect of him. Why do you ask?"

Snow: Why not? Was there a keep out sign? He'd watch. Contemplating whether to bother or not...

Which he won't. He was at ease watching him paint. Felt...asmr-ish.

"There's no need to hope, my friend." He'd wander a bit aimlessly until they approached what seemed to be a blood puddle.

"Ah, there it is..." Dipping his hands into it, he'd retrieve the doll. The blood was pooling off it until not a drop was left.

"Here."

Snow: It sounds like it...and he's found the little shade-

"What are you doing hiding like a pitiful little thing?"

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 - 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵, 𝗯𝗼𝘆 ?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆 . . ?

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